They, One and All
I remember the one
who taught me with the gentleness of
deep, green clover
and n'er shall I forget the one
who taught me how she wanted to be touched
in the First Baptist Church pews
oh, the sweetness of the one
who wanted me to put my tongue inside her mouth
and her with a mouth full of chocolate
the fairest of them was the one
who taught me to catch high-flyin' moonbeams
make love to them, and set them free
but the one I'll not forget
is she who wore red and black flimsy things to bed
Satan's spawn? she smiled and said not
still, it was her
who taught me to go into the forest deep
and find a nice green switch
©July 15, 2015 / Jerry Pat Bolton
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